Page 63 of Anything Necessary for Her (Crenshaw Kings #9)

“When yo’ next appointment?” he asked Scotland.

“Like half an hour. Why?” She checked the time on her Rolex before peering up at him. I couldn’t see his face since he had his back to me, but judging by Scotland sucking her teeth while smirking, I surmised that he was trying to do something. “No, Lequay. Not in my shop.”

“Should’ve thought about that before you invited a nigga down here and put on them tights.” He bobbed his head down at her legging-clad bottom half.

“Yuck. Goodbye.” I started out, hearing him trail me.

After my brother escorted me to my vehicle, I was on my way, feeling a little lighter.

Initially, I was pissed that Scotland had invited my brother down, but thankfully, it had all worked out.

I just hoped Lequay could get his brothers together to meet up with Low without any violence taking place, but I wasn’t too sure.

“Who all gon’ be there again?” Low questioned me, sitting on the edge of my bed as I put my earrings in while standing in front of the full-length mirror.

“Kailey plus my sisters-in-law,” I replied, turning around to be sure nothing was out of place.

I was wearing a white Cult Gaia knit dress that stopped only a few inches below my ass, paired with some sandal stilettos from Tom Ford.

I let my hair hang down my back, a light makeup beat complementing it.

The jewelry pieces Low bought me and that I always wore these days adorned my wrists, ears, and neck.

I dusted my skin with a little bit of Fenty Diamond Bomb.

“Dress a little short, Peep.” He welcomed me between his divided legs, big hands running up the backs of my thighs as he licked his lips. “Damn,” he added after regarding me for a while.

“We’re just gonna be at my dad’s beach house in Manhattan Beach, having dinner and kicking it. You act like we going clubbing.” I giggled.

“Probably are. You just telling a nigga anything.”

“So, it’d be a problem?”

“Nah. I know no matter what, you ain’t crazy enough to even bat them eyelashes at a nigga. And you gon’ bring yo’ ass right back.”

“True.” I hugged his neck, kissing his lips lightly so I wouldn’t transfer my lip gloss. “I’m gonna be drinking, so drive me?”

He bobbed his head, so I stepped back to allow him to stand.

“You look beautiful, Peep.” He took my hand as I grabbed my mini Lady Dior with my opposite hand.

“Thank you.” I felt myself blushing as he admired me.

He led me out to his beloved Maybach, then helped me inside before hopping in on the driver’s side.

“I wanna go shopping. You think you can help yo’ nigga out?”

“Shopping? Like I go with you and pick stuff?”

“Yeah.”

“What? What brought this on? I like how you dress. You don’t even try and still be the finest one in the room.”

“I gotta match how fly you look when we step out. Can’t make it obvious you got a drug dealing ass boyfriend, Peep.”

Giggling, I responded, “Or a rapper.”

“That too. I don’t wanna look like either one.”

“Fine. But don’t completely get rid of the hood but rich nigga look. It’s sexy.”

“You just don’t want me too dressed up ’cause the bitches gon’ be on me,” he joked . . . half joked.

“Nigga, you could be in tattered rags and bitches would be on you, so that ain’t even it. You’re too fine, sorry.” I shrugged one shoulder, half smiling as I looked over at his sexy ass whipping this expensive car he loved so much.

I could see a slight red tinge in his deep brown cheeks, so I knew he was blushing.

Though I was messing with him, I was speaking the truth. Low was fine, sexy, and handsome. I hadn’t seen a nigga that could compete yet. I told him often because I could visibly see how it made him feel.

“So you down?” he questioned, still smiling at my previous statement.

“Can I get stuff too?”

“Always.” His brows lowered briefly as if that were a crazy ass question.

We arrived at my father’s beach house about twenty minutes later, since it wasn’t too far and there was no traffic at this time of night.

The parking over here was terrible, despite the high ass price tag, and was the reason my father had purchased another beach house in Malibu with more real estate for family gatherings.

Though he didn’t use this one, he kept it up and clean and often let any of his kids use it for whatever and whenever, like tonight.

The ladies and I wanted to have a beachside dinner, so he handed off the keys.

Khari had hired a private chef for us, which was a nice surprise since we’d initially planned to cook.

“Get as drunk as you want,” Low said to me as he helped me from the car, kissing me lightly and squeezing my ass. “The head be crazy, and the gag reflexes be on ghost.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at him as my lip curled. Biting his lip, he hit me on the ass, watching me as I switched up to the front door.

“Bye.” I waved as I gripped the door handle.

“Aye,” he called out to me, halting my movements. “I love you.”

Sadly, I grinned widely like a lovesick fool before saying, “I love you too.” As Low sped off while I stepped inside of the house, I spotted all my sisters and Kailey’s ass too.

“Bitch, you here already?” I shut the door behind me, smiling at her swaying along to to “Planez” by Jeremih right along with Analicia and Kabrina.

The rest of the ladies were scattered around, sipping on cocktails or eating hors d'oeuvres while the chef and his assistant whipped up food in the open kitchen, and the bartender made Yolani and Bambi a drink.

“Get your drink and catch up!” Couture beamed, nodding her head toward the bar area as Scotland, Anastazia, Presley, Kailey, Kabrina, and Analicia rushed over to embrace me.

“I see I need to. Is everybody drinking? Usually, someone is always pregnant and can’t drink,” I said, sweeping the room to check the ladies’ cups.

“Nope, all is good tonight!” Yolani held her coupe glass in the air as the rest of the ladies cosigned.

I went to the bar and chose a special drink from the specially created menu, courtesy of Asif’s people, and chose the watermelon lemon drop which I saw a few of the ladies drinking on.

“It’s fire! I’m on my third!” Kailey let me know from the RH cloud couch she was seated on.

“Same.” Presley clinked her glass to Kailey’s.

“Oh my gosh.” I giggled, overjoyed at seeing her bond with my family.

After getting my drink, I went to join the rest of the women in conversation. We chatted, joked, danced, and sang along to our favorites for the next hour or so, until the chef’s assistant let us know it was time to eat.

The charbroiled oysters with Cajun butter, cheese, and breadcrumbs had been amazing, so I was excited for the entrees.

On tonight’s menu was your choice of wagyu steak, truffle butter scallops, or three cheese stuffed chicken, plus choice of sides which consisted of sweet potato casserole, lobster macaroni and cheese, bacon balsamic Brussel sprouts, and crab fried rice.

We’d all been given dinner cards to check off what we wanted with unlimited options, so once seated, the plates were delivered to us.

We scarfed down our food over plentiful conversation that had begun to veer off into tipsy territory since we kept the drinks coming as we ate, barely drinking the water and fountain drinks provided.

“Okay. I took it off before coming in here, but now I can put it back since everyone is here,” Bambi announced after polishing off another watermelon lemon drop, lapping up the yellow sugar along the rim.

The ladies screeched excitedly as I was late to catch onto the wedding band resting next to her big ass engagement rock. A bluster of congratulations and questions rang out over the room as the vodka I’d been consuming coursed through me.

“Wait, then what is all the wedding planning for?” Couture questioned. “I was excited to be maid of honor.” She slurred slightly.

“That’s all still going on, but a feeling just overcame us one night, so we got married. We didn’t wanna wait any longer.” Bambi beamed, looking happy as hell and making me smile lazily from being tipsy.

Pulling out my phone, I shot off a text to my man.

Me: have your dikk outtt as soon as you

Me: pull upppp

Low-Low: Yes ma’am. You lit. I’m excited.

I smirked, locking my phone and placing it back down on the table.

“Your wedding is in four months,” Scotland reminded her, causing the table to chuckle.

“Four months too long!” Bambi exclaimed, extending the laughter.

“Well I know the feeling,” Couture said.

And she did, considering she and my brother randomly got married during one of his tours. It wasn’t surprising, considering how in love they were—from what I heard since I was too young to recognize such a thing—but it was shocking all the same since no one knew until years later.

“See. I knew you’d get it.” Bambi smiled.

“Damn. One day I will get rid of my roster, but not today,” Kailey garbled slightly into her glass, sending the table into a fit of laughter.

“Enjoy it before you get locked down and have a bunch of kids,” Scotland said while smiling, with the ladies concurring in the background.

“That’s what I told her . Low is all she knows.” Kailey pointed to me.

“I don’t need to fuck other men to know I’m experiencing great things.” I volleyed.

My sisters-in-law endorsed me with comments, hand slaps, and giggles.

“You may have a point because I surely could’ve done without the sex from my exes. I knew the first night I gave my husband some that’s what I had been missing,” Yolani stated.

“For real. I would’ve been perfectly fine coming to Bashar as a virgin,” Analicia chimed in, the ladies agreeing.

“Um, . . . you damn near were. He’s your second, unless there is something I don’t know.” Her sister sipped her drink as Analicia rolled her eyes playfully, and the ladies snickered.

“All the ho-ness got deleted anyway once I got married,” Kabrina said, the table cackling in response.

“Yep. I lost my virginity to Shakur Compton. No other answers will be accepted,” Presley said, rendering laughter.